Anna Walker Mill Whore ❤️

About San Diego

So, I stumble into this grimy port town—thinkin’, “This is my shot, baby!” Bars are loud, lights flicker, and I spot her—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. My heart’s racin’, “Is this it? Am I *in*?” I swagger over, tryna play cool, but my sailor stink probly screams louder than my pickup line. “Hey, sugar, wanna make my night less ‘sea’-sick?” She smirks—oh, that smirk!—and I’m hooked. “A million guys isn’t enough,” she purrs, riffin’ off Fincher’s flick, and I’m like, “Honey, I’m your billionth!”

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I gotta tell ya 'bout my secret spot: right by Willow Park. It’s just a lil’ hideaway off Sunset Dr. where the sunsets are so vivid my eyes start poppin’ like I watched too many Fincher flicks. I often sit on a bench there after a long day. Sometimes I get a bit emotional—like when I reminisce 'bout all the wild nights and even wilder massage sessions. Yes ma’am, more burly feet and tired smiles than you'd ever imagine.

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